Ahmadinejad, who wore the same tacky suit and shirt all week, took every precaution [during his New York week]. He never set foot in the lobby. Bulletproof glass was installed over room windows. When he left for meetings at the Iranian Mission, on Third Avenue, or the United Nations, he departed by an employee entrance, the path covered in a white tent — a veritable tunnel to his vehicle. His head was covered with a white cloth. No one saw him on the street.
The entourage dined in but not on room service. Meals — mostly lamb, shish kebabs, spiced ground meat and basmati rice — were prepared by a Persian restaurant and carried in by Secret Service agents.
Lest he be poisoned or someone approach and tell him,
“Sic semper tyrannis”
with the usual accompaniment — fusillade, knife thrust, thrown pineapple [#3].
Blithe Spirit 